Author’s POV

Vivian walked into the dimly lit pub, her designer bag strapped on her shoulder with her shoes clacking on the polished tiles.. The loud pop music boomed, its strong beat reflecting the pulsating energy that emanated within. A soft smile tugged at her lips as she flew her gaze around, her narrowed eyes scanning the bar in search of someone.

Her grin stretches when she finally locks eyes with the person she had been searching for.

“Welcome, Vivian,” Cecile grinned as she approached her with wide arms. She was in a magenta off-the-shoulder sheath dress that highlighted her shape and curves..

The golden luxurious jewelleries she wore glistened...